Category : Poems

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Dance,
I don't like this chance,
They play with no balance. 

They enjoy,
Everyone with a boy,
And become as a toy.

Tightly and short cloth,
No respect to both,
Up to twelve fourth.

They play with no torch,
Other steal their pouch,
Oh God! We can't reach.

If they come in force,
I play quito inhence,
Without looking their face.

If they remove their cash,
I answered in harsh,
Sitting until they finish.